back into the mausoleum
you step
tears about to give liquid life
to no meaning at all
exchanging pleasantries
is the most insinuous
form of biological warfare
count all the bad things iv done
all the lives iv trampled
put them on your tally board
reckon where i kneel
in the cuntbastards sweepstakes
that smell isnt at all like death
its more like life routinely bleeding
away
i am rotten to the core
all disease
becomes inherent to me
i feel as if iv given you a life sentence
in a well-provisioned cell
perhaps you should grow your hair longer?
when will misery
cease being your mistress
nothing evolves bar shadows
which draw longer
as oxygen is strangled
all days end – nights continue
ties broken remain unhealed
as time sidesteps your bad grace & inadequate posturing
where the light does not fall
is where you grow
electrical tape wont bind that incision
invariably my eyes always turn up
where i last saw them
staring at me murderously
the pioneers stole
so that they could reap before theyd sown
i volunteered to be god for a day yesterday
but at the station it turned out
id forgotten my cross
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